That his mother liked the idea of having sex with other men. This led to an immediate blushing on my part that only made my obvious interest even more...plain. I think I pretty much ran from the room blushing.My son at that point started becoming a man, this I guess I can tell only in hind sight. He did not let up on me, nor did he press me, he flirted. My own son was flirting with me! And not to his own benefit at all! He would only on occasion make some small comment asking if I had accepted. Just thought you'd like to know.''You're a real bastard, aren't you? You're enjoying this.' Isabeau muttered, shivering as though it were below zero, but sweating as if she were in a sauna.'Your sweet, gentle, kind, compassionate, sensitive and forgiving little brother has tried to explain, on more than one occasion, that he's not what you all seem to think he is. You've never listened. You all knew better, didn't you? A big, cuddly teddy bear, right? You never took him seriously, never. I now looked as though I had pissed myself!I tried to grab a paper cloth from the dispenser but the bits of paper rubbing against my suit began to stick in little flecks to it.'Are you ok?' i heard Mr Trent call from the office.'ERM, yes, i think so. I won't be long.' I murmured.The next thing i knew was the scr****g back of a chair and his footsteps approaching.I turned rather nervously to the door to see him walk in, look me up and down once over and then smile and chuckle."Well, Simon, if. We laughed at our ingenuity. From then on I went as Bambi and did everything Silky said. He helped me to move seductively and helped me raise my voice into a sultry feminine tone. While I helped him talk more masculine and streetwise. Cindy's mother picked the kids up right from school so we could get ready for the party. I took a quick sponge bath, I had to be careful not to get the adhesive wet or it would loosen. I put on my garter and stockings and skit and top. I looked at my costume in.